Weak Azz Bitch - Three 6 Mafia, Trillville, DJ Paul

When I say weak ass, you say bitch

Weak ass, BITCH, Weak ass BITCH

(Juicy J)

How you feel with this nine mili mill to your grill

Haters talkin’lots of shit

But they scared of the steel

If you want me come get me Cause I’m real with this here

I ain’t scared of none you hoes

I ain’t never shead a tear

In yo hood bumpin’ridin’with a twelve case of beer

Ain’t no nigga make no moves

Get you scared, shook your fear

Y2K hit the clock

So you know the ending’s near

One call to them killas and you just might dissapear

(DJ Paul)

Now nigga all in my face hollin’real but real soft

Bitch I’m holdin’up this glock

Bout to knock your block off

You a weak ass bitch

And your CD cover show

With your weak ass face

I been knowin’ya so I know a sissy hoe

Yeah I know this a triple six city

All that MTV and BET got you feelin’shitty

Just to think you used to be my dog

Used to be my nigga

Now you fake

But I stomp on you trick in the grass

You little snake bitch

(Lord Infamous)

Uh, In the mood a fucking crowd

Make the speakers pound

If you niggas wild

Knock these bitches out

Rumblin’the ground

Tramplin’niggas down

From the dirty south

Where the niggas like it loud

We should hypnotize

Instagater fight

Fire in my eyes sosate lucky Frank White

Ready for the Gunfight

If you wanna get high

Ain’t no sympathize

Make you sleep til it’s judgement night

(La Chat)

Talk is cheap

I hear you talking but you ain’t bout your biz

La Chat a mack ain’t got no time to play no games with a bitch

My motherfuckin’plastic gat we gonna rumblin’shit

Then they gon’hit’cha smit’cha get’cha so don’t fuck with this shit

I know you feelin’when I’m speakin’and I’m speakin’to you

Well hoee it’s true, who got the proof bitch

what you gon’do

I keep my mug cuz I’m a thug

I left the twink on my grill

You got some manner

Need to show it Shit you claim that your real